"Assemble! Concentrate! Draw on me! ”

Tribal leaders and leaders are constantly calling their own people. Tribes, this ancient model of social organization, remained the dominant social structure of the Seljuks on the Persian plateau.

Unfortunately, the vast Persian Plateau has not been a place where agricultural civilization can stand since ancient times, and the surrounding high mountains block the influx of humid climate, creating a vast area of Persian Plateau with arid and little rainfall climatic characteristics.

Yellow sand, Gobi, desert and steppe are the theme colors of the Persian plateau, so animal husbandry is the main means of survival. Only a few oasis troughs have agriculture born. As mentioned earlier, Sistan!

And when the mode of survival of a place is based on animal husbandry, then the settlers can only belong to a very small number of people, and the only suitable social organization model for them in the steppe Gobi is the tribe.

At the same time, the nature of the tribal model determines them, the winners work together, and the losers scatter.

So, don't think of the nobleman who wields a scimitar and shouts and fights with the Qi army as a representative of everyone, that's just a special case.

The shouts of the clan leaders and leaders were of no use other than to make the entire pursuing Seljuk contingent more chaotic and worse. These people were not the main army of the Seljuk Empire, they were all nearby tribes in the northern part of the Coast Mountains, some of whom were from Sistan. Just like the tribal cavalry that swept north across the coastal mountains before the servant army, the army was a patchwork of Ding Zhuang people from various tribes. Many don't even have a pair of leather armor.

Facing the Qi army in simple plate armor, it was originally a matter of death. Now that people's hearts are in turmoil, there is only one who will be stabbed.

In the dark, you can't organize the army, and it's even hard to distinguish between you and me clearly. The chaotic Seljuks were already stumbling around in the night, and the loud noise filled everyone's hearts with fear. One by one, they couldn't help shouting loudly, venting the fear in their hearts. In the package of fearful people, even people who are not afraid will be infected by fear.

Such an army is even less combat-effective.

In other words, if they were to fight head-to-head in the daytime, even the servant army they beat into dogs during the night raid could easily make them kneel on the ground and sing conquest. Otherwise, how could they abandon the city and evacuate it all?

The hundred and ten horsemen around Mansur were swept away by the chaotic crowd in the panic all the way, and seeing that there were only about fifty people around him, fear gripped his heart deeply.

The thought of resistance had all dissipated from his mind, and escaping and living became Mansour's first thought!

In the dark night, countless Qi soldiers were charging and slashing on their horses, and they had completely crushed the enemy's will to resist.

Mansour rushed forward, his mount, which had not been willing to hurt in the slightest, was whipped by him. His mind was already a mess, and he had no other thoughts than to flee forward.

It wasn't until a flash of fire appeared in front of him that Mansur realized that he had reached his 'highlight', the camp of the former servants.

Looking back at the surroundings, there was the sound of horses' hooves behind them, indicating that not everyone had arrived here. He should have been the first batch, and the people who came here with him were no more than a hundred.

Mansour's face turned pale, he knew how many men had been dispatched tonight, and now this number of men was only a tenth of the total.

At this time, a loud voice sounded: "What's going on?" Patriarch Mansur, what about Prince Ismail?! ”

The princes of the heavenly world are very worthless, because there are many princes in the heavenly world. This is because their fathers do not need to be the official monarchs of the country, just as the sons of the relatively independent emirs in the region can be called 'princes'. The second is because the son of the monarch is a prince, and the son of a prince is still a prince. Just like the Saudi Arabia of later generations, the prince of 5,000 Tianfang, just ask if you are afraid!

"Ismail?" Mansour's confused brain cleared, and he didn't notice. But someone around him noticed. A man with blood still stained on his body cried out: "Prince Ismail is dead in battle, I saw it with my own eyes!" ”

Mansour wasn't surprised, wasn't it just that a prince had died. But the man who called him was desolate, with a dull face and a blank eye.

"Master, master, can't stop, the Chinese rushed up." There was another hurried voice in my ears.

Mansour looked up and saw a dozen horsemen in the rear. The armor on their bodies reflected in the firelight, and the broadswords and spears they wielded.

"Don't be sad, Ismail will see your loyalty in Heaven. Get on horseback! Mansour said one more word, and without looking back, he led the men towards the stable.

There are spare horses, "Follow me over there." We have to change horses! ”

Mansour walked cleanly, trying to leave behind a small boss with tears on his eyes! Almost incredulously looked at Mansur who had fled, he had fled? Left everything behind and fled alone? "Traitor, abominable traitor! You are a coward, and you are not worthy to be a warrior of the true God! ”

On the contrary, his scolding was not heard by Mansur at all.

When a cold light swept across the neck of the little leader, not even the scolding was gone. The scimitar in the latter's hand did not even cut the skin of the plate armor.

Yang Mi and his large army did not catch up with Mansur's gang, but the captured Seljuks had already 'asked' the hiding place of the women and children. "Tell them that I want to hear good news before the sun rises tomorrow!"

If you kill the old and weak, women and children, you will dirty your own hands. Yang Mi will not be so unwise. He called out the five hundred households who were still alive, including Lasanjani, but he did not see them.

"These damned devils, he wants to push us all into the Fire!" Lasanjani sighed as he pulled out his scimitar.

"Everyone, get on horseback, let us use our swords and guns in our hands to collect the blood debt from the enemy!"

"God forbid!"

The servants around him wailed and howled, and it was at this time that Jahangiri had the opportunity to say, "The sins we have committed are long enough to go to Hellfire." "The Chinese are clearly using knives to kill people, using their hands to deepen the rift between them and the Seljuks.

……

Just when the army of the Seljuks was gradually mobilizing towards the coastal mountain range, and even the tribes on the Tianfang Peninsula received the will of Sanjar, and the Qi army on the coast of Enze became strange, on the embankment of the river in Kaifeng Province, the Central Plains Province, a middle-aged man with a bitter face was dragging his tired steps and walking back to his resting workshop step by step.

"It's bitter, it's been a bitter day."